It's funny how your worst enemies always seem to turn out to be all of your best friend's best friends But I folded and I told These aren't things I saved to sing you but I folded, I told So draw or throw and I will explode

It's time for you to choose the bullet or the chapstick And you are far too cute or whatever he said

Every time I hear it I am wishing I was great I wish her... past tense my best friend But I folded and I told These aren't things I say to save me But I folded, I told I hope she's caught in the explosion

It's time for you to choose the bullet or the chapstick And you are far too cute or whatever he said

It's time for you to choose It's time for you to choose the bullet or the chapstick This is me in his room This is me in his room This is me in his room

Red, gold, I told We don't play fair Red, gold, I told We never stand too close

So I update this almost every single day for you I begin to hate you for your face and not just the things you do Go tell him how my wrist is sore from pulling at your insides all night Nothing that you do is new to anything or anyone but you